A cool breeze rustled the broad green leaves; also awakening it's contents. A young girl of around 16 stirred. She had climbed into an inviting tree to rest. She had come a long way from home. She opened her eyes, and sat up from the branch she was on. She closed them again, leaning against the trunk, as another breeze played with the leaves. She sighed, and looked around herself. Through the gaps in the leaves, the alabaster white palace of the boy Pharaoh, Malik Ishtar stood. She sighed, and leaned against the tree again. Another breeze played with her hair. Through the dappled sunlight, her silver hair glittered shyly. She was different from most Egyptians. She had fair milky skin, and deep-set sapphire eyes. She stood up and jumped down from her branch.

The sudden blast of blazing lightly and heat hit her off guard. She staggered, shielding her eyes from the sun. "It's so hot!" she moaned, looking around herself. She blinked rigorously, finally adjusting to the light. "Well, better get going again," as she started walking toward the palace walls. Many people stared at her, she was a foreigner. Her Pharaoh had sent her to kill Malik Ishtar. She balled her fists, but quickly relaxed. "It's not going to be hard. He's probably just a pampered brat!" she laughed out loud.

At the palace walls Isis sighed, "They really think that these low walls will keep me out?" she asked, looking up. "Oh well, got to do my job," as she crouched, and jumped, doing a flip over the palace walls. Landing with a dull thud, she winced, "Ow! Stupid sandals!" she cursed, but quickly rolled onto her side under a bench to hide from a guard. She looked up at the beautiful residence, "Where is that brat's room?" she whispered, scanning the palace. Suddenly she spotted a terrace, with expensive looking fabric billowing out of it, 'Bingo!' she whispered to herself, and quickly scaled the tree and patiently waited for the evening's cover.